Dabao inwardly despised his uncle, thinking his uncle wasn't really looking to get some fresh air but to hug her and hide away from grandma's idle gossip.
"Mom, why are you picking at big brother's scabs?" Xiaofeng sighed, "Didn't you also fail to realize back then that she was a swindler?"
"Ah, this is also my fault. Dreaming of a wife falling from the sky, I never stopped to think how such good luck could be possible," He Ximei sighed.
At lunchtime, brothers Wu Yifan and Ershun came over.
Since learning of Xiaofeng's return from the Imperial Capital, Yifan had been coming over particularly often, and the look in his eyes when he saw Xiaofeng had gradually begun to change.
"Yifan, Ershun, you're here," He Ximei said, seeing them arrive, and quickly got up, "You've come at the perfect time, we're having braised pork today, stay and have some food before you go."
"Auntie, we won't be polite then," Ershun said as he slipped into the kitchen to help stoke the fire.
